I was searching through my computer for old stuff i’d written earlier this year, and this is one of them. Just a story about cheating spouses and how they do what they do. I tried to write both A man and woman’s reason and strategy for their cheating ways Enjoy.

ACTS OF INFIDELITY

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Wedding bands representing two different marriages. They both sat on ice, literally, in the ice bucket near the coffee machine and complimentary hygienic essentials. Playing on the television was a recap of the presidential election, which served as background noise to drown out the moaning from both myself and the woman seated on top of me.

My cell phone began to vibrate, scattering across the end table until falling to the floor. I could care less, It took me three long months to get my co-worker in bed, and nothing was important enough to ruin the moment. She felt the same way, turning her phone completely off. We both had our stories well prepared. Believable, as we spent an entire week constructing it to be one-hundred-percent foolproof, just as long as we could remember every bit of detail if needed to be explained again. It was laid out so well that we mentally fooled ourselves into believing it.

I hate to do this, and I know she feels the same way, but our personal lives are about as important as our careers, as our affair could damage pretty much everything we have in our separate lives. She was married with two children a beautiful home, and on her way to being promoted. To come out and speak of our affair would tear her family apart, along with the joint bank accounts and financial plans set between the two for their children’s future college tuitions. She didn’t want to go through the troubles of custody, child support and visitation rights, so it was best that our little sexcapades be kept secret.

My marriage died long ago, yet I still wore the ring and kissed my wife on the forehead and spooned every night while laying in bed with her. I’d become an expert at faking love, that every bit of our marriage had become an act. Sure, she still felt the same for me as she did when saying our marriage vows, but I could never look her in the eyes and tell her that I’d fallen out of love with her. I didn’t have a good enough reason. It could’ve been her weight gain, or the fact that she can’t give birth, no matter how many times we’ve tried. I just didn’t love her anymore, and I was a coward for not telling her when I first felt it.

Yet still, I went through every day as if everything was fine between us. One would never know how unsatisfied I was with my wife. Upon observation of our home and relationship, you’d think we were a normal happily married couple. That’s how good I became at hiding shit. Continue Reading

Allow me the opportunity to ask you a series of personal questions: Is your wife cheating on you? How are you so sure that she is not? What if she is, what will you do about it? Will you do anything at all, I mean really, would you? Had your wife ever done something that she normally would not do? Have you ever called to find out she is somewhere you would never expect her to be? Tell me, why was she there? Why on that day did she decide to do something out of her norm, and what exactly did she do? Could she have possibly cheated on you? Have I done a good job planting the seed of suspicion into your mind?

HOW TO CATCH YOUR CHEATING WIFE

“323-555-1759”
Who was the owner of this phone number? I’d often question that when looking through the call activity from my phone bills. There were more outgoing calls to that number than any other on the list, and the calls weren’t made from my phone, they were all coming from the second line linked to the account, that being my wife’s personal cell phone line.

I first saw the mysterious number four months ago, just after my wife and I had talked things out and decided to live together once again. We had been separated for two months after what we thought was the downward spiral that would result in an ugly divorce. It got to the point where we couldn’t stand being in the same house together, so I would pull overtime at work any chance I got, and she would either spend the evening dining at the Olive Garden, or window shopping with her family out of town. Hmph, The main reason we moved further out was to get away from them.

Eventually, we agreed to separate and work out personal issues in our own separate fashion. I didn’t do much but see a shrink and go to a couple of anger management group sessions held at the local church every Thursday evening, but I’ll tell ya this, the secret to improving and maintaining a healthy relationship is to see other couples that are going through issues just as fucked-up as yours. It’ll remind you that your issues aren’t that bad. Anyways,

Time went by, and we met, talked it all out and got the relationship ball rolling again. There was a magic to it that we did not have before the breakup. We both came back to this thing with a different approach and mindset. Not only did I now know how to handle her issues, but I was also able recognized what I was doing that would trigger her and cause an issue. We had improved, and so too did our marriage. Everything was all good, that is until I started seeing that mysterious number pop up on the phone bills. So again, I ask, who is the owner of this number?

I first thought to ask my wife, being as though the calls were made from her phone, but I did not want to create an issue, besides, things were going so well, I didn’t want any problems that would bring us back to that miserable state we had been in for so long. I never told her, and I never admitted to receiving detailed copies of our phone bills. She never knew that I could see a call list, so I didn’t want her to change anything from her knowing that I had them. It still didn’t answer my question, and no one would be able to tell me but her. I had to think of another strategy. Continue Reading

What can I say? Going to sleep with ninety-nine problems running through your mind will contribute to creating some of the craziest dreams.

WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE.

REMINDER

I remember the night being cold and misty from the storm that had passed. There was a calm that came afterwards, which kept my wife and I in bed to breathe it all in and enjoy the rare moment. With only seven hours until our set time to awaken, we were still up at night, reading our own individual choice of literature. Nothing could be heard but the ticking of the clock and the turning of our pages, that is until her lips set to ask a question that would change the mood instantly. It is as if she had not been reading the words on the page, but pondering the question in silence for the past hour. She closed her book and turned to me as if I had somehow done her wrong. I asked the reason for her questionably eerie look thrice, all went unanswered until I showed my disinterest by turning away to continue my read.

“Have you ever noticed how I am the one that always shows affection.”she said. “It is I who is always the initiator. Kissing you, touching you, holding you.” it was by far the most preposterous and incognizant claim she had ever made. Though she laid there in full belief of what she said, It was apparent to me that she had completely forgot everything I had ever done for her. I was used to this feeling that had begun to grow inside of me. She had come from a family of spoiled inconsiderate women, but I’ve always ignored that fact and hid it behind a shit-eating smile. There’s no wonder why the women in her family are either single old maids or raving cunts.

At that moment, she began to resemble her mother and aunts in appearance, which developed a sickening grumble in my stomach that made me reject her, as if she were shellfish, and I am allergic to shellfish. I then closed my book just as she did before, sitting up in bed to place my back against the headboard and clearing my throat, as I believed a reminder was in order. Continue Reading

Allow me to officially give a genre title to this style of literature. I have spent hours trying to find the perfect title that would best describe these dark Emo-esque tales of failed relationships, tainted love and closet secrets that we would rather take to the grave than to confess. I shall call it Bad Romance. Ah yes, perfect title. and with the birth of the Bad Romance Genre, I shall contribute another piece of freestyle fiction to further describe the genre. We’ll see where it goes.

CHERISH

I woke up one morning and my girlfriend did not.

Her body laid lifelessly next to mine in bed that night. I didn’t realize until the next morning, finding an empty prescription bottle on her nightstand. I often think just how long she had been dead there and I not know it. I remember something not feeling right when I came to bed late that night. The room was cold, dark and eerie. I guess that is what death feels like, but I didn’t know at the time, so I laid next to her, with my back facing hers, throwing my very own bed sheets over me, as she had one to herself as well. We had grown far apart, no longer connected mentally, and damn-near physically. We didn’t speak at all that day, and there was nothing worth saying. She had previously slept with another man, and there was nothing I could do about that, but cry in a lonely dark corner, and continue to call her every insulting name in the book, but I had said them all.

Adina wasn’t just another woman, but the only woman. There was just something about her that would put me in this hypnotic state, where nothing else mattered but her, Us. I could go on forever about how beautiful she was. Her eyes was the most beautiful set I have ever seen in my life. Her smile would set me in a trance.Her existence alone proved that there was true beauty in this world. Something to live for, something to forever appreciate and cherish.

Time just made things better. I couldn’t imagine what life would be like if I had somehow lost her, so I did everything I could to make sure that would never happen. We would travel out of town together, on these spontaneous little late-night trips. We’d talk for hours about nothing, sometimes not sleeping at all. I’d just lay there and listen to her talk about things, it all would come out sounding poetic. I was in love, real love, for the first time and the last. I knew for sure that nothing like her comes twice in life. If this was blessing, I would never be blessed again. Continue Reading

I had a long discussion with a friend about my free-writing entries where i tell stories of corrupt or failed relationships. I was told that i write these stories as if I lived through them, and that I should try to compile them and present the work in the form of a book. It sounded like a good idea, but I have so many unfinished projects that needs my attention more. so then, being as though these pieces of work had already been posted, I compiled the links of the stories and present to you, the “BAD ROMANCE” collection. Do enjoy.

Ethan Jones is the bestselling spy thriller author with more than 20 books published so far. Fast-paced series include: Justin Hall, Carrie Chronicles, and Jennifer Morgan Suspense, with the latest Javin Pierce, a new spy thriller series.